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chang0401chang ([info]chang0401chang) wrote,
@ 2010-07-08 02:37:00

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He got the meaning for his life some other wayI...
He got the meaning for his life some other wayI don't mean he was simpleSome people thought he was simple because all his life he was so kindBut Seymour was never that simpleSimple is never that simpleStill, the self-questioning did take some time to reach himAnd if there's anything worse than self-questioning coming too early in life, it's self-questioning coming too lateHis life was blown up by that bombThe real victim of that bombing was him
"What bomb?"
"Little Merry's darling bomb
"I don't know what 'Merry's darling bomb' isThe 'Rimrock Bomber' was Seymour's daughterThe high school kid who blew up the post office and killed bolsas louis the doctorThe kid who stopped the war in Vietnam by blowing up somebody out mailing a letter at five aA doctor on his way to the hospitalCharming child," he said in a voice that was all contempt and still didn't seem to contain the load of contempt and hatred that he felt"Brought the war home to Lyndon Johnson by blowing up the post office in the general storePlace is so small the post office is in the general store--just a window at the back of the general store and a couple rows of those boxes with the locks, and that's the whole post officeGet your stamps right in there with the Rinso and the Lifebuoy and the LuxSeymour was into sac chloe quaint AmericanaHe took the kid out of real time and she put him right back inMy brother thought he could take his family out of human confusion and into Old Rimrock, and she put them right back in
Somehow she plants a bomb back behind the post office window, and when it goes off it takes out the general store tooAnd takes out the guy, this doctor, who's just stopping by the collection box to drop off his mailGood-bye, Americana; hello, real time
"This passed me by
"That was '68, back when the wild behavior was still newPeople suddenly forced to make sense of madnessAll that public displayThe dropping of inhibitionsIntimidating quilted chanel bags everybodyThe adults don't know what to make of it, they don't know what to doIs this an act? Is the 'revolution' real? Is it a game? Is it cops and robbers? What's going on here? Kids turning the country upside down and so the adults start going crazy tooBut Seymour wasn't one of themHe was one of the people who knew his wayHe understood that something was going wrong, but he was no Ho-Chi-Minhite like his darling fat girlJust a liberal sweetheart of a fatherThe philosopher-king of ordinary lifeBrought her up with all the modern ideas of being rational with your childrenEverything permissible, everything forgivable, and she hated itPeople gucci clearance don't like to admit how much they resent other people's children, but this kid made it easy for youShe was miserable, self-righteous--little shit was no good from the time she was bornLook, I've got kids, kids galore--I know what kids are like growing upThe black hole of self-absorption is bottomlessBut it's one thing to get fat, it's one thing to let your hair grow long, it's one thing to listen to rock-and-roll music too loud, but it's another to jump the line and throw a bombThat crime could never be made rightThere was no way back for my brother from that bombThat bomb detonated his lifeHis perfect life was overJust what she had in black chanel quilted


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